October 31, 2011 — For a lot of people, today is the only day they celebrate Halloween. Here, we’ve been doing it for more than a month and a half. But one day or 50, the season still flies by so…freaking…fast. And ellipses don’t slow it down one…freaking…bit.

But I don’t want to spend the last post of the Halloween 2011 Blog summarizing or trying to wring just one more page view from you guys. Like a mummy straight out of its sarcophagus, I want to tie up some loose ends.

For instance, here lies Rotbert this Halloween, just ten days after we last saw him.

Also, even though we acknowledged our Halloween fallen already, that doesn’t mean we stopped eating cool candy. Here’s a sample:

So far, the Ouija board session doesn’t seem to have unleashed anything too horrible in the house, although, admittedly, my washing machine seems a little more unbalanced than usual.

After posting the Grave of a Werewolf video about the first actor to play a werewolf in a Hollywood picture, an anonymous commentator pointed us to his nearby house, as well.

I posted a bunch of random graves of the famous that I’ve visited in my life, but here is one I saw just this month:

Finally, I ended up having a funny story as a result of visiting the Lily Dale medium. If you’ll recall, the medium kept seeing a caterpillar and chalked it up to my sweater for whatever reason. When my mother-in-law read the posted transcript, she told us that she had just picked up the materials for a nursery room theme just in case we ever decided to have a second child (also a medium prediction). That room theme? Eric Carle’s children’s book, The Hungry Caterpillar. Oh, and the sweater was a gift from my mother-in-law, in the first place. That’s how those things work, I guess.

So I think that does it for the Halloween 2011 Blog. If I do this next year for the third year in a row, I’m really going to need to come up with a less generic name for it.

Anyway, nothing left to do but to appease trick-or-treaters, hang out with friends, and watch the witches on their brooms hand off the baton to Santa on his sleigh.